No, gentlemen are also careful Chapter 641 The embroiderer kills the evil dragon in the early morning, and Tanlang has great courage in controlling the flood [Please vote for me!]
Chapter 641 The embroiderer kills the evil dragon in the early morning, and Tanlang has great courage in controlling the flood [Please vote for me!]
Ouyang Rong muttered:
"How long has Xiu Niang been dreaming about this dream?"
【A long, long time】
"Did you have it when you were a kid?" he asked softly.
【Can't remember】
Ouyang Rong walked over and returned with a clean azure ribbon, covering her dull eyes that were red from crying.
He sat down behind Zhao Qingxiu, looked at her silky black hair draped over her shoulders, lowered his head to smooth it for her, and asked in a low voice with an unclear expression:
"Then, is there anyone around you who has similar dreams, such as your family members?"
Zhao Qingxiu turned her head, seemed to "look" at him, and wrote on his leg resting on the edge of the bed:
【have】
Ouyang Rong was quiet for a while, tied the knot of the ribbon behind her head, turned it to the front, took off her shoes and got on the couch, and sat down cross-legged in front of Zhao Qingxiu.
He held her lovely tear-stained face with both hands and analyzed it rationally:
"It's just a dream. The more you hide it in your heart, the more afraid you become. This evil dragon is, in a sense, a collection of all the fearful things in Xiu Niang's heart, or evil thoughts. Of course it can't kill it, because there are also things under the sun.
In the corners that cannot be illuminated, light and darkness, good and evil go hand in hand, and so does the human heart.
"Instead of being afraid of it, the embroiderer should accept it generously. Next time you dream about it, be bold and take a good look at it, but keep in mind that it is just a dream. It cannot really eat you, and you can't even pick up a stone and throw it in."
, let’s see which unlucky dragon’s cerebellum is hit.
"After you wake up from the dream, Xiu Niang can also tell me and I will help you analyze it. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
When Zhao Qingxiu heard Ouyang Rong say, "Pick up a rock and throw it in," her little face, which had been listening so intently, couldn't help laughing. She stopped smiling again, tilted her head and wrote:
[Does Tanlang not believe that there are giant dragons in the world? Didn’t you hear the nursery rhyme about giant dragons hiding in deep water when you were a child? 】
"The letter may have existed in the past, such as in the pre-Qin period, but now, I can only say that it is not enough to read."
Ouyang Rong smiled solemnly:
"Because there are things worse than evil dragons in this world. We are not even afraid of this. What kind of evil dragon are we afraid of? If it was really capable, would it be extinct by now?"
On the couch, he sat cross-legged and whispered:
"There is a saying that once you have mastered swordsmanship, you can kill the dragon wherever there is one."
Zhao Qingxiu's small face was stunned, and it took a long time before she finished the words.
[Tanlang has great courage]
Ouyang Rong looked a little dull.
The understatement made Zhao Qingxiu frown and listen carefully:
"The main reason is that I trained once in Longcheng, and I have experienced floods no matter how turbulent they are.
"That day, I was standing on the crumbling Dickong Gate, working with my fellow villagers to rescue the dam. I looked at the skyrocketing water level below, and at one moment I thought, even if there is a dragon in the water, and finally found out that it was this thing that was causing trouble, I would also
It’s time to tidy it up.”
Ouyang Rong's tone was slow, but there was an indescribable resoluteness:
"In the end, it turned out that no matter how great a natural disaster is, it is not worth a man-made disaster. The sins committed by the Liu family in Longcheng were more serious than a hundred evil dragons.
"So, Xiu Niang, it's not us who should be afraid. It's the evil dragon that should be afraid. We are its nightmare."
Ouyang Rong reached out and took Zhao Qingxiu into his arms, who was listening attentively, patted her back gently, and concluded.
Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head, was quiet for a moment, and smiled lightly.
[Tanlang looks weak, but he is a man who does great things. Many people miss him and don't recognize the real man.]
Ouyang Rong seemed to have thought of something, his face looked a little melancholy and he sighed:
"Xiu Niang, can you forget that time when I climbed the rope in the underground palace? Although the posture is not elegant and looks a bit weak, it still shows the aura of a king, okay?"
His tone was serious.
"Puch~"
Zhao Qingxiu buried her little face in his arms, pressed her forehead against his chest, and kept giggling.
After a while, I calmed down my breath and wrote:
【No, I want to remember it for the rest of my life】
Ouyang Rong looked helpless.
The two flirted for a while.
Zhao Qingxiu wrote somewhat seriously:
[I have a sister who also said something similar to Tanlang, asking us not to be afraid of the evil dragon in the abyss]
Ouyang Rong smiled:
"The embroiderer has quite a few sisters."
"Ah." She tilted her head.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the morning light outside the window.
It was already getting dark, probably around seven o'clock in the morning.
After the onset of spring, the days gradually become longer and the nights shorter. A month ago, it was just the beginning of spring, and it would have still been dark and dark, but now, the sun is already basking on our butts.
However, most people’s work and rest schedules have not yet adjusted accordingly.
Especially the young lady-style Fang sisters. Over at Chengtian Temple, the monks were already ringing the bells in groups for morning classes. When Ouyang Rong came back from Chengtian Temple just now, the west wing where the two girls slept was
It's so quiet, there's been no sign of getting up until now, so I'm probably still fast asleep.
The morning sun fell on the window next to the boudoir couch.
It was fine when the light was dim just now, nothing special, but now that the light is bright, you can clearly see the mess of the bed after being tossed all night.
From the living room table to the crumpled clothes lying on the floor under the boudoir bed, some wet sheets, a crumpled sweat towel, and a lovely slender blind girl with disheveled hair...
All fell into Ouyang Rong's eyes.
Zhao Qingxiu seemed to be aware of this. She was vaguely aware of Ouyang Rong's eyes, and she buried her face in the quilt next to her in shame.
[Didn’t Tanlang go back? Why did he come here again?]
Ouyang Rong's stern face:
"I don't worry, but luckily I came back to take a look. If I didn't come back to take a look, I don't know how long I would have to cry secretly. I would be scared to cry even in my dreams."
Zhao Qingxiu said: "Oh."
Also wrote:
[Tan Lang, let’s go quickly, Mrs. Fang and the others are about to wake up]
Ouyang Rong blinked: "According to custom, they should sleep for another hour."
【I have no idea】
She wrote intermittently, and her delicate body trembled with embarrassment under Ouyang Rong's direct gaze.
Ouyang Rong put his hand into the quilt in a playful manner, and immediately touched a hot little face, and said helplessly:
"Why are you still so shy? Didn't you meet us last night? Don't get burned..."
Zhao Qingxiu stood up suddenly, grabbed his palm tremblingly with nervousness, and wrote in a hurry:
[When Tanlang comes back, is he looking for Luo Hong?]
Ouyang Rong was stunned and shook his head subconsciously:
"without……"
After a pause, he changed his words:
"It's not necessary. Not all women have this thing. If the embroiderer had done a lot of housework in the past, maybe..."
Before he could finish speaking, she added:
[Does Tanlang think Xiu Niang is a casual woman?]
Ouyang Rongduo glanced at Zhao Qingxiu. Her little face was full of worry, which seemed to scare her more than the evil dragon she had just had a nightmare with.
While waiting for his answer, the azure ribbon covering Zhao Qingxiu's eyes got wet.
Cried again.
"No." Ouyang Rong asked seriously: "Why do you think so?"
Zhao Qingxiu hugged the quilt, her already thin body swaying slightly, as if she was worrying about gains and losses.
[It suddenly occurred to me that if good friends are like this, would Tanlang look down on me in his heart?]
Ouyang Rong did not speak but took action.
He reached out, grabbed her clenched red hand, opened it, put it on his face, shook his head firmly, and let her feel the magnitude.
Zhao Qingxiu sniffed:
[Tan Lang, would a good friend really be like this? 】
Ouyang Rong said seriously: "Some good friends can have five children."
Zhao Qingxiu was startled when she heard this, hesitated for a moment, and then wrote:
【Do you want Tanlang too】
Ouyang Rong was helpless. Why did he take the joke seriously? How stupid. He sighed: "I'm afraid, Xiu Niang, your body and bones won't be able to bear it."
Zhao Qingxiu hugged her knees and waited for a while, then wrote word by word:
[Xiu Niang can endure a lot of pain, just grit her teeth. She is much stronger than Tanlang thought. Xiu Niang can endure all kinds of pain, it depends on who takes it]
As she wrote, her head dropped lower and lower: "Xiu Niang only has one good friend, Tan Lang, and she will only have Tan Lang in this life. It was like this before and it will be like this in the future."
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips: "I know."
Zhao Qingxiu stared at her hair for a while, then couldn't help but write one more sentence, emphasizing with extra insistence:
[My first body was taken by Tanlang]
Ouyang Rong repeated again: "I know."
Zhao Qingxiu shook her head and shed tears:
【You are a fool】
Ouyang Rong whispered and touched her red and swollen eyelids:
"Yes, I am a fool and you are a mute. In the words of Mr. Sun when we first met, we are a perfect match."
[Good friends are born to be a couple, right?]
Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head and wrote, with a rare hint of anger between the lines.
Ouyang Rong did not answer and said directly:
"When I was seriously injured in Longcheng Sanhui Yuan, did you take care of me as a female worker?"
Zhao Qingxiu was stunned, as if she didn't expect him to ask such a question.
"Ah, ah..."
She shook her head subconsciously, then stopped with a guilty conscience and hesitated.
Ouyang Rong grabbed her hand, put it on his palm, and motioned her to write.
Zhao Qingxiu drew a circle on the palm of his hand, as if his mind was confused.
Ouyang Rong looked at her neck, pointed, and said softly:
"I remember I took a bite. When I first met you at Cheng Tian Temple, I saw some wounds."
Zhao Qingxiu suddenly looked up.
Ouyang Rong took off her ribbon, put his forehead against hers, and looked into each other's eyes, as if they were looking at each other.
It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Xiu Niang knew that he was in front of her and reached out to touch his face. Ouyang Rong leaned his face close to her palm and asked:
"Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Why did you foolishly hand over your body to me and not let me know? You are a very traditional woman who values innocence. I have never looked down on you. The more you do this, the less understandable it is that someone is forcing you to do so.
You, like your family."
Zhao Qingxiu stayed for a long time, lowered her head with guilt, and wrote: [Tan Lang, Xiu Niang, can you please stop talking?]
Ouyang Rong did not force her. He was silent for a while and then smiled:
"Okay, I won't force you to do anything, but Xiu Niang needs to know that Tan Lang is not a fool, and Tan Lang also has something that he hasn't told Xiu Niang. He wants to talk about it, but he can't. Tan Lang also wants to ask.
Excuse me, can you please stop talking?"
Zhao Qingxiu's face was a little confused, but she nodded: [Okay, Tan Lang will tell you when he wants to say it, Xiu Niang is willing to wait]
Ouyang Rong suddenly smiled: "Okay, then it's settled, as long as it doesn't hurt the other party. Also, Tan Lang is the same, not everyone can be a good friend, Xiu Niang is unique. Our pair of good friends are also
There are some differences, um, last time I mentioned my aunt’s birthday gift, does Xiu Niang still remember it?”
"Yeah." Zhao Qingxiu nodded honestly.
"If you want to go to the birthday ceremony, I will take you there and we will go together." He warned, repeatedly emphasizing: "You must go, do you hear me?"
"Ah..." Zhao Qingxiu said softly, as if she had something to say.
Ouyang Rong put his index finger on her lips and interrupted softly:
"If you want to have five children, you have to do this. You have to go home with your good friend and me and let everyone see it. This is called status. Does the embroiderer know the status? It doesn't matter if you don't know. It's just a name changed by a good friend. You
It’s so easy to understand.”
Hearing the word "status", Zhao Qingxiu's chest rose and fell, and she had difficulty breathing, and her little face turned red with excitement.
How could she not know what her status is?
The thing you longed for suddenly appeared before your eyes, as unreal as a dream...
When Zhao Qingxiu was stunned, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but pinch her sore nose:
"Obey and write."
Zhao Qingxiu turned her back and buried her head in the quilt.
Ouyang Rong looked at her pretty appearance, especially when she stupidly turned her back to him, just like an ostrich burying its head in the sand when in danger.
The already thin nightgown outlines the dynamic arc of the morning. The embroiderer is thin, but her waist is very thin, and her hips are not small.
Ouyang Rong looked at the silent corridor outside again.
Without thinking, I bullied myself.
"Hey..."
"Don't move, good friend, check your body. In case you say I'm bullying you, you should check mine first."
"..."
Zhao Qingxiu wrote in a panic:
[No, how about not checking, I’m so embarrassed]
"Check what I'm ashamed of? I'm not ashamed at all."
Ouyang Rong asked with a wink as he put down the bed curtain to warm up.
[Tanlang...there are also evil dragons]
Ouyang Rong:......?
He lifted up the quilt with a stern face, pinched her cute chin, and said sternly:
"That's more important. I'll give the embroiderer some courage. Today I'll behead it first and use it to practice my skills."
Zhao Qingxiu:......!!
…
More than half an hour later.
Ouyang Rong, with black hair and shawl, quietly closed the door. On the corridor, he wore a white undershirt, hugged a crumpled Confucian shirt jacket, and left refreshed.
Behind him, the boudoir couch in the back of the main room was in a mess, a mess, everything was clear, and everything was in a state of chaos.
They started another round in the morning, and the new round took a little longer than last night.
He injected more than a thousand merits, more than a thousand breaths, one breath every five seconds.
There are still more than 6,000 merits left.
Leave three thousand merits for the divine order, and any excess can be given to the embroiderer.
Ouyang Rong left quietly at just the right time. When he passed the door of the west wing, he heard some small sounds coming from the door.
Before the Fang sisters got up and went out, they brushed off their clothes and went away, hiding their merits and fame.
After walking out of the courtyard, Ouyang Rong put on his Confucian shirt and tied his belt. He subconsciously stretched his waist, but he stopped halfway and took it back as if nothing had happened.
He straightened his waist and left the quiet courtyard while maintaining his composure.
After walking a few steps, his expression calmed down, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Chengtian Temple where nothing had happened this morning, and then looked back at the quiet courtyard.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking...
"Sister, did you hear anything this morning?"
"You snore really loudly?"
"Oh, that's not it. I'm talking about the sound outside. It seems to be coming from the little master's room. Wait, has something happened to the little master..."
"You are not allowed to wander in and disturb the little master. She may have been practicing in the morning, and she practiced hard all night last night. Besides, for such a person as the little master, there is a danger that she cannot solve. Can we go in?"
"Oh, that's true..."
The sound of discussions among the Fang sisters could be heard outside.
In the main room, on the messy boudoir couch, Zhao Qingxiu's original blindfold ribbon was tied on her waist-length black hair, and her hair was pulled up on her shoulders. She leaned lazily on the pillow, holding her arms that still had the warmth of Tanlang.
On the soft mattress, Tankou finally regained his breath and calmed down. He lowered his eyes and thought about it. When he heard the words, his cheeks became even redder.
It took a while before my body regained its strength.
Zhao Qingxiu got up with her hands on her hands, unable to hide the pain all over her body.
After finishing dressing, she bit her lip slightly and tidied the bed. In the process, her eyebrows, which had been opened for you, furrowed.
One night passed, and the cultivation of Dantian seemed to have increased inexplicably.
Now it is the complete seventh level of perfection.
And it is ready to break through at any moment. Is it because of the half of the tortoise-shell beetle in Tanlang's body? It merged with the half in her body and benefited each other?
Zhao Qingxiu gently touched the Dantian on her lower abdomen, with a somewhat complicated look in her eyes.
The second senior sister's judgment may be correct. Being married to Tanlang will indeed allow her to temporarily gain some of the calming effects of the turtle-shell beetle and restore some of her original cultivation talents.
But there is a difference between restoring talent and improving spiritual energy overnight. After all, no matter how talented you are, you have to practice your Qi step by step.
Even based on her previous peak cultivation talent, it would take a month to reach the seventh level of perfection now. This was already extremely fast, but now it is better, faster, and it can be achieved overnight!
Moreover, Zhao Qingxiu made a very serious internal inspection and found out that this part of her cultivation was solid and solid, and was not unfavorable.
Could it be that... is it an additional benefit after the turtle-shell beetle is fully integrated? Does it involve some kind of yin-yang dual cultivation logic?
In other words, after realizing her dream with Tanlang, her calm mind has been restored, and her original cultivation talent has also returned. Now she has gained the full effect of an additional tortoise-shell beetle, and her cultivation talent has become terrifying.
, so a thousand miles a day?
No matter what, it must have something to do with Tan Lang. As Tan Lang said unintentionally, they are really a match made in heaven... Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but turn her head and look outside the door in the direction where Tan Lang left, with a small face full of
It is the color of surprise and happiness.
With such a rapid improvement, two more times would be enough to directly break through and be promoted to the sixth level. If the senior sister and the others knew about it, they would probably be shocked.
But this kind of magical effect similar to dual cultivation requires Tan Lang to be around all the time.
Moreover, doesn't it mean that you should always... help Tanlang kill evil dragons frequently?
Zhao Qingxiu's little face was as hot as a stove. She didn't dare to think any more and shook her head.
She hurriedly buried her head and prepared to go out.
A heart filled with both fear and expectation.
Before going out, Zhao Qingxiu thought of something and went to check her sword. She habitually touched the red lotus sword seal.
Slightly hot.
There was a faint trace of residual warmth left in the cloth wrapping the sword seal, slowly passing by in the cool morning air.
Catching this trace of lingering warmth, Zhao Qingxiu, who was originally shy and happy that her cultivation was not serious and diligent, was stunned for a moment.
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